CHAPTER SIX
When Willard came to the door, Beverly Mead was hardly prepared to meet him. She was just drying off, having finished showering. Hastily slipping a robe on, she headed for the front door. As she opened the door, she noticed the twisted grin on the young college boy's face. He licked his lips in a lewd gesture of an unmistakable erotic invitation that Beverly did not miss.
"You Mrs. Mead?" he smiled.
Beverly nodded, gasping at the lewdness of his eyes as he glanced down between her legs when the sheer nylon robe she was wearing came open by accident.
"Yes," she sighed heavily. "I presume you are Willard. Steve said he was sending you over today - but you are early."
"The early bird catches the worm," he chuckled, as she opened the door reluctantly and let him in. He sat
